I don't want to be a pillar of salt, Lord,
Frozen still towards the world,
I want to lift my eyes to heaven, and sing,
Of how you broke my flesh made curse.
Help me utter at least a sound,
For my tears won't seize,
They pour to the ground,
Like rain they express my soul's past depression,
Which you freed me of,
Not expecting perfection,
Like rain pain is healthy, makes things grow,
In my case, ow Lord, I feel your love overflow.